Lyrics False Idol - Hemlock

Drive round the block Chevy body dropped
An drive round the block heavy bodies drop
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Man shut ya mouth
An once I hit the spot see her panties drop
An once I hit the spot let them Xannys pop
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Man shut ya mouth

An listen kimosabi rappin aint no fucken hobby
This goes for sub par carbon copies popular by proxy
In my own lane see my dame ridin shottie
We cut from a different cloth whole other moxie
An nows not the time to act tough
In fact
I aint talkin Apple when I'll hit you wit this mac truck
An sac'd up never swayed toward no dumb luck
An watch this tongue twister slays like a fucken nun-chuck

Drive round the block Chevy body dropped
An drive round the block heavy bodies drop
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Man shut ya mouth
An once I hit the spot see her panties drop
An once I hit the spot let them Xannys pop
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Man shut ya mouth

An far past my prime still nobody spoils me
An people out here changing loyalties for owed royalties
Panties all in a bunch think they soiled these
Brush fire started whippin out my sequoia tree
Ha Im walkin calamity
Wit an old soul like I'm preachin from ya grannys knee
An no prizes I'm at home recordin in my jammies
Thinkin pulitzers you peasants out talkin Grammys

Drive round the block Chevy body dropped
An drive round the block heavy bodies drop
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Man shut ya mouth
An once I hit the spot see her panties drop
An once I hit the spot let them Xannys pop
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Man shut ya mouth